Flatlined
Lyrics by Mikko Nikula
Real is a metaphor for what we're made to be Product of configured genetics Mirrored of the creator, to be flawless Glance all over as if seeking something lost Could perfection be without a cost? Real is a metaphor for what we're made to be Symmetry of supreme precition Out of reach of conventional methods Harmony in all that can be measured In diverse ways cherished and treasured Essential conclusion Remains unresolved Beyond aesthetics Composion in dead end Real is a metaphor for what we're made to be Crafted in beauty beyond any wonder of nature Still in pursuit of spiritual architecture Essential conclusion immersed in contradiction In absence of answers that can't be processed Frail asylum in aesthetics providing pulse to conspiracy Despite all the spells combined soul remains flatlined Real is a metaphor